The Seat of Talents by Xparrot (PG)
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stargateficrecRec Category: John Sheppard & Rodney McKay friendship
Pairing: none
Category: Atlantis, hurt/comfort
Warning: none
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
xparrot
Author's Website: A Fan Page
Link: The Seat of Talents
Disclaimer: This story was written for a ficathon that I modded. Stories were posted anonymously by the mods - that's why my name's on the post in the above link!
Why This Must Be Read: This was written for the prompt "self-sacrifice" at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sga_genficathon, and it's a gorgeous tale of friendship and love. The team are forced to choose one among them who must make a devastating sacrifice -- and the lengths that John and Rodney are willing to go, the price they're willing to pay for the team and for each other, and the consequences of that cost, breaks my heart and makes me love them all the more. A story like this could easily have degenerated into melodrama, but xparrot brings it to life with beautiful, lyrical prose that evokes a fairy-tale quality at times. And, though it's a John and Rodney story at heart, the rest of the team and the Pegasus galaxy itself are full participants and never given short shrift.
Snippet of fic
The Sedes Facultatium was solid black wrought iron, a looming artist's interpretation of a giant vulture skeleton. It squatted in an empty, whitewashed chamber crudely carved into the Challidans' stone tunnels.
Dux Yerrith's servants closed the vulture's skeletal wings over John's chest in a loose but solid cage. The metal seat under him was hard and ridged, reclining at just the wrong angle. It hadn't looked this uncomfortable when Ronon had sat in it. The chamber was neither too hot nor too cold, but the iron was chill when he closed his fingers around the bars.
"Be easy, Dux Colonel," Yerrith reassured. "As I promised, the extraction procedure isn't harmful."
Binding and legally accurate, by certain definitions of 'harm.' But he'd brought his team here; he'd agreed on this mission—between Ronon, Teyla, and Rodney, they'd have pretty much anything the Challidans could ask for, that's what he'd told Elizabeth, all confidence. He'd accepted the deal. His own damn fault.
Rodney could pilot the jumper back. It wouldn't be a problem. "Just do it," John said.
Pairing: none
Category: Atlantis, hurt/comfort
Warning: none
Author on LJ:
xparrotAuthor's Website: A Fan Page
Link: The Seat of Talents
Disclaimer: This story was written for a ficathon that I modded. Stories were posted anonymously by the mods - that's why my name's on the post in the above link!
Why This Must Be Read: This was written for the prompt "self-sacrifice" at
sga_genficathon, and it's a gorgeous tale of friendship and love. The team are forced to choose one among them who must make a devastating sacrifice -- and the lengths that John and Rodney are willing to go, the price they're willing to pay for the team and for each other, and the consequences of that cost, breaks my heart and makes me love them all the more. A story like this could easily have degenerated into melodrama, but xparrot brings it to life with beautiful, lyrical prose that evokes a fairy-tale quality at times. And, though it's a John and Rodney story at heart, the rest of the team and the Pegasus galaxy itself are full participants and never given short shrift.Snippet of fic
The Sedes Facultatium was solid black wrought iron, a looming artist's interpretation of a giant vulture skeleton. It squatted in an empty, whitewashed chamber crudely carved into the Challidans' stone tunnels.
Dux Yerrith's servants closed the vulture's skeletal wings over John's chest in a loose but solid cage. The metal seat under him was hard and ridged, reclining at just the wrong angle. It hadn't looked this uncomfortable when Ronon had sat in it. The chamber was neither too hot nor too cold, but the iron was chill when he closed his fingers around the bars.
"Be easy, Dux Colonel," Yerrith reassured. "As I promised, the extraction procedure isn't harmful."
Binding and legally accurate, by certain definitions of 'harm.' But he'd brought his team here; he'd agreed on this mission—between Ronon, Teyla, and Rodney, they'd have pretty much anything the Challidans could ask for, that's what he'd told Elizabeth, all confidence. He'd accepted the deal. His own damn fault.
Rodney could pilot the jumper back. It wouldn't be a problem. "Just do it," John said.
